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“I can’t believe you.You’re such whore. My mom and my dad? Really? I can’t believe you’d fuck them, they’re my parents. You’re meant to be my best friend.” I was reckless, I sneaked a kiss from Sara and Kelly walked in on us. She saw us kissing, she saw my hand up her mum’s skirt. She could see what was going on and was not happy. After all, I had lost my lesbian virginity to her. We...Read On

The first thing Sarah noticed was how thin Jennifer was; her wide red belt tightly buckled around her waist. Her eyes then made their way up from her belt to her firm breasts, and then to her face. It was the face that stopped her cold. Chiseled, the sort of features that only result from hours in the gym. Finally she reached her eyes. They were deep and brown and would be easy to get lost in. ...Read On

I was seated on the teal fabric couch, cocktail in my hand and surrounded by the party's guests socialising with one another. Through the darkness of the entrance and into the dim lit room, walked in a tall, leggy lady dressed in a loose black slip with loose curls and that radiant smile of hers. Finally, my anxiety left me and I could start to have fun as I'd been expecting only her. I...Read On

The woman The girl stood framed in the open doorway of the hotel room like a canvas on the wall of a gallery. The woman faced her from the other side of the entrance, still grasping the door handle, her mind awash with the possibilities that presented themselves in the form of this girl before her. It was impossible to take them all in. The woman reacted with a simple, “Thank you...Read On

Marsha Jennings was more than the girl next door type. At sixteen her looks and figure could shame any college hottie you could care to name. She was tall with long honey blond hair, flashing green eyes and a perfect smile. She drew attention from men not normally attracted to teens. She had fallen in love with the fitness modeling circuit at a young age It happened when she stumbled onto one...Read On

It was a long two week after my little love session with Mr and Mrs Johnson, my best friend’s parents. They made me feel so good, so wanted. I had a great time and loved the feeling of Kelly’s dad fucking me hard. But to tell the truth, what really turned me on was getting touched and played with by Sara, my best friend’s mother. My name is Briana and I am seventeen years old. I have long...Read On

It was 4 o'clock, and I was driving me and my girlfriend, Emily, through downtown to get to a party at a college friend's apartment. He lived about fifteen miles out from where we lived, out in the suburbs. He and I had known each other since high school, and he was the one who introduced me to Emily. He set up a date between us. I had worn my frilly blue blouse and a pair of skinny jeans. I...Read On

My name is Kerrie. I am a forty-two year old woman with a loving husband, two great daughters, and a home in an upper middle class, leafy suburb in the north of Sydney. I work part time as a business manager, play tennis and swim. At forty-two, I am still slim, fit and attractive. I have been married since I was twenty-two and still love my husband, Tom, who loves me. Sex with him remains...Read On

Wednesday. The Hon. Lilly Caterham had asked me out to lunch. Since I was ‘resting’ as we in the acting profession actually never say, it was no problem for me. Since Lilly was massively wealthy it was no problem for her either. Lilly had thrown a party on the Saturday before we met and I’d ended up in one of her bedrooms with the stunning Indian doctor, Anita Choudhury. Now we...Read On

Cherie was absolutely flustered, rushing about to grab a few different sizes off the rack for the awaiting customer in the change room. It had already been a busy Friday at The Lingerie Boutique and just got worse within the last hour when Suzanne left. "Sorry! We're closed," she yelled as she marched towards the entrance to shoo off incoming customers. It was fifteen minutes before...Read On

As the summer comes to an end, Ellie is thinking about having party. Will Carla show up?

Mrs. Berg was a petite redhead soccer mom married to Mr. Berg who was a wealthy real estate mogul. She spent most of her time driving her five children either from sports practice, piano classes, ballet classes or any of the other afternoon activities that the children had. When she wasn’t in her Mercedes minivan she was managing an army of maids, gardeners, and chefs that made up the...Read On

Victoria seeks something from Ivana, but gets more than she bargained for.

"Thank you for inviting me to dinner, Mrs. Clankman," she mentioned, strolling towards me. "You're welcome, Ivana, and you call me, Victoria. You are in a somewhat serious relationship with my step son, so get comfortable with me," I advised her, stirring noodles. "Well, Austin and I are serious, and he has bragged about your spaghetti before, so I'm looking forward to it. When are the...Read On

I’d expected Emily to be mortified that I’d found her sleeping naked outdoors, but she made no move to put her discarded bikini back on. Instead, she made idle chit-chat, stretching lazily in the sun. I treaded water as we talked, thinking to myself over and over, Act normal. Act normal . I was so rattled by my close call that I was shaking. I struggled to keep my voice calm. Emily showed...Read On

Suburbia, what a shithole, I thought as I stood on the sidewalk. I looked up and down the street where lush trees lined both sidewalks. The newly washed cars reflected the sunlight and most of them were European imports. It was early morning and not a soul in sight. Maybe it was because it was Sunday and people had the day off from school and work? I turned around and walked to the gate...Read On

I stood at the sink, washing dishes, the anger rolling through me in waves so harsh my gums itched. My new roommate was a slob, worse than that, she was a freshman. I’d expected someone young and lost, someone that would need my guidance and knowledge, and yes, someone that would at least have the common human decency to clean up after herself. Essentially what I’d been three years ago when I...Read On

This is the second part in a series. If you would like to understand what is happening, I suggest reading "My Life in Ruins." *** The next few weeks went by in slow motion. I did my coursework mutely, without any help from my much too lazy boyfriend. I was enrolled in an art based university. One of the things my boyfriend would take advantage of by dating a college girl was the...Read On

I popped into the store, instantly recognizing Kay from the numerous snapshots we had exchanged over the years. I stepped into her embrace like an old friend, giving her ear an air-kiss. We were old friends, in a sense, between the e-mails and chatroom meetings that we had entered over the years, even though this was the first face-to-face. It was a quarter to six, the store set to close, so...Read On

The morning when Alex and Zoe shared more than coffee and their love of victorian lesbian porn.

“Are you fucking serious?” Alex kept on staring at a massive PC tower located underneath one of the tables in the coffee shop she worked in. The machine had blinking blue lights and an enormous monitor which her friend Zoe was now plugging in, her shapely arse sticking out from underneath the table. “I am fucking serious,” Zoe said without a hint of sarcasm in her voice, still fumbling...Read On

You never expect your relationship to dwindle into a sexless mess or, as my boyfriend calls it an "open relationship". Which mostly means he gets to screw whatever new bimbo he thinks is hot. But I agreed to it, for God only knows what reason and now if I put my foot down I come off as the bitch. So I guess, this is how my relationship is. I sighed and shut my laptop. A cute girl caught my...Read On

Walking underneath the starry sky, our fingers laced together, I look over at you. You’re looking down, your brown hair covering your beautiful face, not for the first time tonight, as you blush from my compliments. I can’t help but smile at how cute you are when you’re embarrassed. I look forward again, and we continue walking back to your house. I can feel you stealing glances in my...Read On

With doors secured, windows locked, and curtains unfolded to bar any patch of light from entering, I sat in the middle of my room. My attention was focused on the film. As there was no source of light other than the screen of my television, my senses were heightened to their fullest. Every single movement and reaction of the cast was caught by my sharpened sight and all recorded on my notepad. ...Read On

A kinky lesbian with an extreme bondage fetish convinces her girlfriend to try out BDSM roleplay.

Amy suddenly farted – or at least, it sounded like it. And it also sounded really wet. She gulped, sheepishly looking around to see if anyone noticed. Luckily, the lobby of her downtown Los Angeles apartment building was empty save for the front desk clerk, who was far enough away from her now. It was just past 10pm on a Friday night. Amy hurriedly walked into a corridor where the...Read On

It was a Saturday evening and my friend, Lilly was holding a party to celebrate. When I asked what she was celebrating, she explained simply that it was exactly one year since the Saturday evening when she discovered her husband, Bernard, in bed with their neighbour. ‘Thanks to him and her too I guess, I could afford to buy the pile.’ “The pile” in question was a substantial house and...Read On

Female Sgt ends up commanding the black girl who first seduced and dominated her.

I have worked hard to get where I am, always having to be twice as good as the men, to achieve the recognition. It took me even longer to get to my current rank because I had to take ten years off in the Reserves to have our three kids. I am back on track, Squadron Sgt Major, senior enlisted person of my battalion. Above me is only the RSM, Regimental Sgt Major, the right hand of God...Read On

Another wet autumn evening brings two insatiable women together, as they indulge their oral fixation

"Yes Alexis, oh god. Fuck that's good, yes right there! Ooh your tongue is magic, yes lick me harder, baby!" Alexis' mouth, cheeks, and chin were shiny in pussy juice. Chantal's pussy juice. The woman she had picked up in a jazz bar a month ago and eaten out in an alley an hour later. The woman who was a bisexual-virgin shall we say. The scene in Alexis' apartment was quite different this...Read On

Part One A short flight from my hometown had brought me to Mariners cove. I was escaping from the pain and anguish of a torrid year; the unexpected loss of a close friend, the fallout of a company merger that left me e-mailing CVs again, and topping everything off, finding my girlfriend with her face buried between the thighs of her hairdresser. Mariners Cove was a bustling east coast...Read On

The bell rang and students rushed between classes. Over at stairwell B I noticed a group of boys gathering at the bottom of the open slat staircase. As a the student's guidance counselor I'm paid to notice changes in student behavior. I quietly came up behind the boys and as they looked up to the stairs, I looked up right along with them. Emma Jones was descending the stairs, and those...Read On

A tale of lesbian seduction overlaid with very human drama, set in the city of Rome.

The brunette paused by the full length mirror in the hallway. The cream satin blouse fell to her rounded hips the opening stopped just short of her plump cleavage, the smooth folds contrasted nicely with the tight black skirt, black fishnet stockings and heels. She straightened the wide black belt around her waist, pulled the blouse out a little from the belt and smiled. Five hundred Euros...Read On

Ms. McCall put her phone back in her bag. She turned to appraise me in my robe and pajama top. "It would be polite of you to greet her nude. She will be wearing almost nothing when she arrives." For long moments, I stared at her, barely able to breathe. Blushing crimson, I complied, slipping my robe and top off. Ms. McCall indicated with her eyes that I could put my robe back on. ...Read On

Jessy invites Kelly and Emma to spend spring break with her in her new apartment.

“We can’t thank you enough for doing this,” said Mrs. Gibson. “I am just glad I can help, at least I will give it my best shot,” I said and drank the tea in front of me. Mr. Gibson sighed. “We don’t know what has gotten into her. She used to be so good in school, the best grades and never missed a day in class. These last couple of months have been a disaster. Since Christmas, her...Read On